Ernheart, who had been silently staring down at his hands for a long time, finally lifted his head.

“Gatros.”

“Ask, my lord.”

“What are your thoughts? Do you truly believe the future is predetermined?”

“Yes, I do. Everything will flow as foretold. The fact that I am still alive is proof of that.”

If the sacred artifact had not been found, Gatros’s very soul would have been obliterated by Jerome’s magic. However, the sacred relic left behind by their nemesis, the Saintess, had saved him.

It was nothing short of a miracle. Surely, it was divine favor commanding them to fulfill their destiny.